Categories Poetry Morning sun Post author By oiroegbu Post date Aug 2, 2019 No Comments on Morning sun Spreading her white net, Morning wakes to her duties Gathering fresh scent From flowers and dew She casts upon the clouds Heavenly paintings A creation, perfect and mild One gift given to man Rate ThisShare thisTweetPrintShare on TumblrTelegramWhatsAppMoreEmailPocketLike this:Like Loading... Tags morning poetry, morning sun, piece, poem, poetry ← Global warming → You hold the Winds Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
